You’re invited to a winter wedding!

But this isn’t going to be the typical well-planned event. This wedding will have to be arranged in one day, and everyone in the village will need to help if there’s any chance at all to pull off A Winter Wedding in Pajaro Bay:


“The road out of town is closed, Hector. We’re stuck here in Pajaro Bay.”

“I know,” he said. Those wide, guileless brown eyes stared back at her. “But we’ll just get married when it opens again. We agreed to elope to Vegas. I don’t know why you’re crying.”

“You don’t understand!” She was really trying not to be a hysterical bridezilla about this. But he really didn’t get it. He knew all she’d ever wanted for her wedding day was to get married on the winter solstice, the shortest and most sacred day of the year. Didn’t he understand what it meant to her?

That was her fantasy wedding, unlike her college friends who’d all gotten married in over-the-top designer gowns dripping with satin and Swarovski crystals, and who had topped their ceremonies off with meticulously planned receptions in ballrooms with coordinated color schemes and matching forks for the seven-course meals.

She’d always walked her own path through life, and she had believed for years that she would get married in the middle of a fairy ring in a redwood forest, with the sun beaming down on the winter woods, surrounded by the glory of nature.

She’d given up her fairy forest dreams for a kitschy Vegas wedding chapel, but now even that was out of reach….


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A bored trophy wife. A cynical movie star. One evening to save an innocent girl from prison. None of them will ever be the same after this Black-Tie Affair.

Maggie and the Black-Tie Affair is the free first book in the Carita Cove romantic mystery series. Here’s a little sneak peek:


Movie star Reese Stevens followed Maggie into the hall. “So what do we do first to find the jewelry?” he asked.

“We?”

“Yeah. We. This is way more interesting than the party. You’re not going to leave me out of your investigation. So where do we start?”

“I figured I’d retrace the victim’s steps,” Maggie said. “She took the earrings off in the bathroom. We’ll start there. See if they fell down a vent or under a cabinet or something. Then I’ll check the laundry room. Then check the laundry itself.”

“You’re assuming the missing jewelry just fell into a crack somewhere,” he said.

“I’m not assuming anything. I’m trying to figure out what happened without jumping to conclusions like Lieutenant Ibarra.”

She headed down the hall, looking along the baseboards for any telltale glimmer of diamonds, while one of the most famous men in the world trailed behind her….


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Happy New Year!

Every year I donate 10% of my profits from book sales to charity, and the donations for 2019 are now done. You can learn more about the charities here. Thanks so much for buying my books and making this possible.

All my best,
Barb

I’m so excited to share Maggie and the Empty Noose with you. This was the book that first inspired me to write the Carita Cove series, and the opening scene below was the very first scene I wrote for the entire series:

Stanley John Tibbets, known to the world as Reese Stevens, former rock star, current movie star, last year’s number one box office draw, this year’s sexiest man alive, former drug addict, currently clean and sober for 4234 days, was awake.
He came up to consciousness slowly, like swimming toward the light out of deep, swirling water. Finally he reached some semblance of alertness, to find himself face down in his own bed, and tangled in the sheets. His head felt like it had been kicked by steel-toed boots, and he was sweating, the dampness making his hair cling to his scalp and his eyes sting as the perspiration ran down his face.
Had he been sick? He turned his head a fraction of an inch and almost howled at the pain.
With a huge effort, he kicked himself free of the damp sheets and turned over on his back, throwing his arms up over his face to block the baleful morning light glaring in the French doors at him and burning his eyes.
His elbow hit something and he opened his eyes to see what it was.
A pair of green eyes stared back at him.
He knew those eyes.
Knew them like you knew the eyes of a lover.
Knew them like you knew the eyes of an enemy who was threatening everything that mattered to you.
For the eyes belonged to the person who was both of those things: former girlfriend, current enemy, and the one person on Earth he could truly say he wished was dead. Olivia Sigworth. Blond, beautiful, and evil. The mother of his child. The woman who called herself Olivia Stevens to capitalize on his fame. The woman who marketed their teenage son like a product to further her own ambitions. The woman he’d sworn to stop, at any cost.
He would have said something to her, would have told her not to give him that look, that smug look she always gave him when she was feeling full of herself and was sure she could get away with pulling one over on him.
But he couldn’t find the words. His mouth was full of cotton, and his head roared like all the seas in the world were on top of him, pushing him under and churning menacingly all around him.
It wouldn’t have mattered.
Wouldn’t have mattered at all if he could have unstuck his tongue, worked it around in his bone-dry mouth, struggled through the confused thoughts bubbling in his brain to express some coherent message to the woman he hated more than anyone in the world.
It wouldn’t have mattered at all.
Because those green eyes were empty. They were simply blind, glassy marbles with no thought or expression behind them.
Because Olivia was dead.
In his bed.
With him.

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Get this exclusive holiday story now for FREE: Lori DiPietro is spending her first Christmas Eve at the island lighthouse in Pajaro Bay. But danger’s about to crash this party. She’ll have to use all her wits to make it through the night if she hopes to witness A Christmas Miracle in Pajaro Bay.

In this sneak peek, it’s after midnight on an icy Christmas Eve, and Lori finds herself alone in the village, with danger on her tail:

All over the hillside stones reared up in the darkness, and she realized this must be the cemetery next to the mission church. She had never walked through it. The church’s parking lot was on the opposite side. This side was silent and dark, as expected of a cemetery on a winter night.
The paths were clear through the graveyard though, the gravel neatly raked, forming pale ribbons against the shadow of the grass on the graves themselves. Here in the lee of the hill she could no longer see the lights from the mission church above. But the sound of singing came wafting down toward her, faintly carried by the cold wind.
The church held people, and singing, and safety. She started to follow the path toward the comforting sound.
But then she heard a door slam somewhere back behind her and her heart seemed to jump into her throat.
She took off like a shot, stumbling along in a panic until she tripped over a granite marker and fell….

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